2 Years

When I arrived at my parents apartment in Alabama all I wanted was some of that cheap shitty whiskey I had left there a month before. I was nearly drunk by the time my dad got home from work. I'm pretty sure he was stoned. My brother-in-law had some cartoons on and my dad giggled, GIGGLED, for the duration. Never before had I heard a grown man, and never imagined my own father could titter to himself that way. It was beautiful and amazing. I read a lot in Alabama. It was hard to go outside. There was no one besides my family I knew in that state. Once I walked toward downtown Huntsville looking for a cafe or a bar that looked cool. Never found one. I walked and walked. I explored without maps. I hate cities without consistent sidewalks. Little Rock can be bad about that but Huntsville is the worst. It got too hot to walk anymore so I stayed inside. Work didnt seem like a thing I wanted to do. So I sat at the apartment. I started jogging just to keep from being sore from sitting all day. I started to get paranoid and lonely. I couldnt go jogging if I had seen another person from my window. Even if they were on the other side of the street. I didnt talk to anyone. I hated it. It was July. I had made up my mind I would move to Little Rock in November. I moved on the morning of the first Sunday in August.